Future AU. Mostly jobs from character bible. KagaKuro. Aokise.

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Kuroko's eyes shot open at the sound of his home phone ringing. He struggled to maintain his blank, stoic face as he had to crawl to the other side of the bed in order to reach the phone. The space that was usually occupied by his red-headed, thug of a boyfriend.

The same boyfriend who was supposed to be staying at the firehouse tonight.

Kuroko refused to let that feeling of dread fill up as he ignored the flashing alarm clock, 1:37 AM. It's probably Kise in America forgetting about the time exchange. Please let it be Kise. He grabbed the phone with steady hands.

"Hello."

"Hello? Kuroko-san, is it?" a soft woman's voice hesitantly asked.

Kuroko swallowed dryly when he didn't hear Kise's annoying squeal. "Yes, that is me."

"I'm so sorry. We really didn't mean to bother you this late at night, I'm calling from Social Services."

"Social…Services?" Kuroko asked carefully already feeling his body relax. He rubbed his eyes suddenly feeling tired now that his alertness had faded. He yawned into the receiver.

"I'm sorry?" the woman said.

"Sorry." Kuroko muttered, "Why exactly are you calling again?"

The woman sighed reluctantly, "Kuroko-san are you familiar with a young girl named Sato Ayame?"

"Ayame-chan?" Kuroko asked with furrowed brows in confusion, "Yes..she is in my Kindergarten class."

"Yes….this evening Ayame's parents got into an accident on their way home." Kuroko's eyes widened, "Unfortunately they didn't make it."

"They didn't make it…" Kuroko repeated in a hollow monotone voice, not really processing the information. He shook his head, "Ayame-chan…how is she?"

"That's what I'm calling about Kuroko-san. She obviously isn't taking the news very well. This happens often when young children are put in such stressful and tragic situations. The problem is…there wasn't a written will."

"I'm not sure where you are going with this." Kuroko bluntly stated, but his eyes were narrowed already having a good idea what was going on. Ayame didn't have anyone to take care of her, social services was taking her in.

"I'm calling because…we're having some trouble with her. And, well…she keeps asking for you…."

It had taken 5 minutes for Kuroko to leave the house.

When Kuroko reached the hospital he was pointed in the direction of the lobby. He walked with calm steps but there was a cold dread in his stomach.

For one he hated hospitals. Being in a relationship with a firefighter meant spending longs nights by yourself wondering whether every night after this one would be the same. It meant having to hold your breath whenever you heard about a fire on the news, about a fire taking lives. And it meant memorizing the white washed walls of the lobby room while your boyfriend was being treated for 2nd degree burns.

Kuroko didn't shutter, and his face remained blank as reached the familiar sight of the lobby. He caught sight of a young child with brown hair hung in two low pigtails curled into a ball and sitting in one of the chairs by herself.

"Ayame-chan." Kuroko moved faster, quickly placing himself in front of the girl. She raised her head and Kuroko, for the first time that night, let that pain in his chest be expressed on his face.

Her big blue eyes stared at him in fear; there were dried tear stains against her cheeks. Her lips trembled and her next words came stumbling out of her mouth, "Ku-Kuroko sensei!" she wailed and fell into his arms Kuroko quickly catching her.

She placed her head on his shoulder and cried hard into the fabric, mumbling nonsense every now and again. Kuroko just held on to her, hugging her shaking body into his.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

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"Oi! Where have you been?"

Kuroko had barely had a chance to step inside when he heard a loud voice barking at him. The blue-haired male glanced inside his apartment to see Kagami sitting at the table with a large cup of coffee in his hands. He was shooting Kuroko a suspicious, but weary look. He must have been worried.

"I had a thing."

Kagami raised a single eyebrow staring back to the shorter boy. The phrase 'I had a thing' was precisely vague enough to warrant further questioning. Despite the fact Kagami used it often, because he was fireman. It could easily be assumed, and often was assumed that his thing was a fire. Kagami wasn't sure what 'thing' would cause a kindergarten teacher to leave their apartment in the middle of the night.

Kuroko yawned for the 5th time and Kagami got a better look at his face. His boyfriend looked strained and there was a look lingering in his ice blue eyes that Kagami couldn't quite place. But whatever it was he didn't like it.

"What happened?" He murmured as he watched Kuroko fiddle with the cappuccino machine.

"It was nothing."

Kagami was losing his patience and he growled, "Nothing doesn't make you leave the apartment at night."

Kuroko stared at him blankly for a moment before he closed into the other man. Kagami blinked and before he knew it the shorter boy was placing a kiss against his forehead. Before the red-head could respond Kuroko had backed away and continuing his business in the kitchen.

Kagami poked the spot on his forehead still feeling the heat, "What was that for?" he mumbled slowly.

"For not being the one I had to visit at the hospital last night." Kuroko responded lowly.

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